Anyway, wagons like this have managed to achieve a modicum of cool, if only for the same nostalgia-laced reasons that Freakies cereal now seems cool.

I'd like an 810 wagon, sure, but what I really want is an 810 coupe. It's a homely, odd-looking machine, with approximately 0.04% of the build quality of the Nissans that came a decade later, and its 120-horsepower 2.4-liter six didn't get its 2,800 pounds moving very quickly... but it's a weird Japanese sporty car that nobody bought, and I'd be proud to drive one. I wouldn't even wear a paper bag over my head while doing so.